When I look into my life Things really sounds the same Like flowers growing in the field Without playing life´s game Why did you have to go Live your life away from here? Why did you have to go Live your life away from me? When I look into my life Things really sounds strange Life is a cold breeze blowing in your hair and I Believe that pain is far from here When you re looking down your friends Are praying for you, your friends will be sure That when they re looking down They felt that you are here They know that you ve been here Why did you have to go Live your life away from here? Why did you have to go Live your life away from me?